"A Hellish Scenario" [Alastor x Reader : Request : CLOSED FOR NOW]

M i n i s [LEMON! 🍋] "The Ritual" [Human!Alastor x Reader!Unisex Short]

October 31st, 1965
New Orleans, 3:33 a.m.
L'église
NSFW Ahead
Co-Author : @ NeverNotSmile on Twitter

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It was late. Everyone had gone home already, and it was just you. The clock on the wall read 3:33 am. while the calendar was marked October 31st, 1965, with a big red circle around it. It was that time again. You could feel it. The air was stiff while the creaking of the wooden planks could be heard under your knees.

Grabbing the dagger, you placed the metallic blade at your flesh and, with one swift motion, sliced a line down each wrist. Blood began to pour dripping to the floor. As it began to pool around, getting on your black gown.

Taking your fingers, you dipped the first two into the blood that was still warm, and in a singular motion, you started drawing a circle with lines connecting each other. The final design being a red Pentagram that sat in the middle. She then started putting candle around, placing them at the corners of the points of the symbol.

With a lighter, you lit each candle before sitting in the middle back on your knees. Taking in a deep breath, you raised your arms before above your head, closing your eyes before bending forward in this bow like motion before reciting a chant three times.

The room started to rumble as the lights began to flicker. The candles began to fall as the shelves around you shook with their books hitting the floor with a thud. It felt as though the entire earth was about to shake and crumble. You, of course, knew that wasn't going to happen. You've been to this rodeo over and over year after year. It, of course, still wasn't any less scary each time it would happen. And then there was silence.

*minutes pass*

"Greetings, my dear. . ." ??? A voice said. Lifting your head so your [E/C] were met with the familiar face you had grown to know so well and so distinctively. Alastor. The Radio Demon, as the rumors would call him as. "So. . . Should we just get to it, darling. ?" He adds before tilting his head and beginning to undo his belt.

"Yes. . . " You answered obediently as you made your way over to him, crawling on all fours. His smile grew as the red in his eyes glowed brighter and more sinister. He loved to see you submit on your hands and knees for him. Reaching him your knelt up beginning to lick and suckle at the tip of his cock gently.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the radio host above as he placed his hand on your head intertwining his fingers with your [H/C] [H/T] hair.

"Angh. . . You are so adroit in this my dear. I have to wonder how you got so good at this. . ." He said as he leaned down, hissing the last few words with a low growl emanating from his voice sounding almost demonic. The grip in your hair tightened as he began to lightly face fuck you. He was growing quite impatient with your pace.

You grabbed onto his hips with one hand while still keeping the other on his cock. You could feel his impatience so you began to buck your head to the pace of his thrusting.

Groans and heaving escaped his mouth his finger pressing harshly into the back of your skull almost starting to give you a headache. Saliva was coated all over his length as it was dripping down the sides of your gaping mouth. All that could be heard was the slopping and dripping of you turning his cock into a lollipop of white cum and saliva.

This went on for some time. With his pace changing and the hold on your head now being held with both his hands as he would start to aggressively bob your head back and forth.

A loud "Ra-angh." Could be heard from the tall man that echoed within the walls where they stayed and outside the halls down the corridor.

Cum was dripping from your face and just before you could relax your head and let it drop Alastor grabbed your face holding you head and chin clamping your mouth shut before lifting your head to the heavens. "Swallow. . ."

He hissed as he held your head up. You writhed a bit and twitched from the lack of oxygen before eventually finding your footing and taking in all his cum. You could feel the warm sticky substance glide down your throat and into your stomach.

Releasing you, you fell to the floor limp gasping for air and coughing. Your face was coated and you could see the residual of his semen dripping off of you and onto the floor like a loose faucet.

"Well. . . That was delightful as always. We should do this again sometime my dear. . . Ta-ta. . . For now. . ." He sarcastically stated before vanishing in a cloud of red and black smoke. All that was left of him was the smell of sulfur and the white stain across your face.

Your eyes then shut. . .

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